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Joan of Arc, who was holding a sharp sword, did not chase out, she just watched the court attendant flee all the way until he left the range of the tent and completely disappeared from her sight.

At this time, Baron Jill walked in frowning.

"...My lord, you shouldn't have let him go. That bastard will tell the truth and speak ill of you in front of the king after he goes back."

Baron Jill's eyes were dark.

"Instead of letting this bastard spread rumors, why don't we..."

Baron Gill made a throat-slitting gesture.

Apparently, the best way to silence a man is to keep him speechless forever.

"unnecessary."

Joan shook her head and did not agree with Baron Jill's approach.

"This court attendant is like a spy sent out by the army. Oftentimes, the information brought back by these scouts is one-sided, and may not be able to restore the truth. But if these scouts really died in a certain direction and did not come back... that is The most direct information means that there is a real danger in that direction."

Saying so, Joan drew back her sword and returned it to its sheath.

"So, tell your people to withdraw, and let that court servant go back by himself... He is alive, we are just suffering from some rumors, and if he dies, our troops will be judged as treason immediately. It's the biggest problem."

"But……"

Baron Gil gritted his teeth.

"But if he's alive, aren't we plotting treason? God knows what that bastard will say about us... That's the envoy sent by the king, and he is a close servant of the king. Do you think the king trusts him more, or will he believe that there is no face?" How many times have you met us?"

"There's... there's nothing we can do about it."

Jeanne sighed.

"If you are a soldier, let's use your military achievements to speak. Since the city of Paris can't be chewed for the time being, let's take down the surrounding areas of Paris first... As long as the soldiers fight bravely, more and more land will be recovered. Presumably the king can also see it." See our sincerity and continue to trust us."

Speaking of this, Joan couldn't help but think of the stranger who didn't know where he went.

In the past, she still didn't quite understand why the foreigner basically didn't act with the army, but chose to fight alone, and didn't even attend important days like the king's enthronement... Thinking about it now, the foreigner might have seen it clearly Knowing this, that's why I chose to stay far away.

Yes, now she can fully understand the sadness of that stranger.

Not to be understood, not to be trusted, to live in isolation, to find oneself only in battle.

This is the sorrow that belongs only to the strong, and it is the curse brought by power.

"So, where are you now?"

Stepping out of the tent, Joan raised her head and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Presumably that foreigner is looking at the moon in the sky just like her right now.

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"Look at the moon!"

In the camp under the moonlight, Dupin slapped Saxon translator Jin Yuehan on the head.

"Is it because my barbecue is not delicious? Or do you have a problem with my cooking skills? Eat well and enjoy the moon! Give it to me!"

"I……"

Jin Yuehan, who was slapped, wanted to cry but could only gnaw a few mouthfuls of the bloody barbecue.

In fact, in terms of taste and seasoning, this barbecue is not bad. Even in terms of the control of the fire, being able to roast the meat to seven maturity with a campfire is enough to show the other party's deep cooking skills-the only problem is the amount. It's too big, the two of them almost ate ten catties of meat in a while, so they really won't let them rest for a while?

"What does it mean to take a break, we are in a hurry now."

Saying this, Dubin turned his head and pointed to the large stretch of camps behind him.

There are also those in the camp who are also burying their pots and cooking.

"If you can't find something to eat for these wastes by tomorrow, they will be so hungry that they will run off to eat people."

"..."

Kim Yohan fell silent.

These are some of the broken soldiers on the battlefield, or the English who were scattered by the foreigner.After realizing that they were really unable to fight, these English sergeants surrendered more simply than anyone else—as more and more small English troops were knocked out by the jungler, the number of prisoners in this camp became larger and larger. There was even a strange situation where two people ran around with four or five hundred prisoners all over the place.

Normally, when there are too many prisoners, they will always run away, and the guards of just two people are also doomed. Even if these prisoners choose to run away, they may not be seen—after all, how many prisoners are there? And Jin Yuehan actually didn't know, and even speaking, Jin Yuehan was a little wishing that these prisoners would go away quickly.

It was only because he was vaguely aware that among these captives, there were quite a few colleagues.

Perhaps because of Jin Yuehan's good start, none of the captives are willing to escape now, and they all began to imitate Jin Yuehan's appearance and claim to be Han people. They even took the initiative to lead the way for the foreigner and attack themselves Allegiance to the noble lord.

Anyway, the foreigner was not interested in the capture, so the soldiers and belongings were divided among the prisoners themselves. After confirming that the leading foreigner would not take the lead in the capture, the English captives suddenly discovered that, If you just fight with that foreigner... it seems that you can earn more than the salary in the English army?

More than that, even several times more!

"It's getting better!"

After some calculations, the captives didn't want to run away anymore. They just wanted to keep fighting, just want to keep fighting like this-although they originally came from England and attacked the English team instead, which would make them unable to return to their hometown, but Between living in poverty and suffering at home, and living in wealth and living outside, can the former really be better than the latter?

"At worst, go to the far east and live in the place where the Han people live!"

The captives were already broken, and they had already figured it out. All the glory and rewards belonged to those nobles, and only the property they held in their hands truly belonged to them.

"A bunch of rubbish who only recognize money, and have no benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness!"

This is Jin Yuehan's evaluation of this group of captives. He doesn't think these wastes are the same as himself-you must know that he chose to become a Han because he admired the culture of the Han. A noble man like him is lumped together.

"So, as long as I conquer more barbarians, I am a real Han Chinese?"

Saying this, Jin Yuehan's eyes have already looked into the distance.

That is the direction of the city of Paris.

"……gentlemen."

In Jin Yuehan's eyes, there was a greedy flame.

"Are we going to do something big?"

"big?"

Dupin looked up.

"what do you mean……"

"The little one was also a barbarian after all, and those captives are also barbarians."

When talking about his own background, Jin Yuehan even showed a contemptuous expression for a while.

"But even this barbarian's blood is at least somewhat useful. At least we can pretend to be soldiers who have retreated from the front line and try to trick the city gate..."

"So? What happens after you go in?"

Dupin sighed.

"Is there any opponent worthy of my seriousness?"

"Uh……"

Kim Yohan choked.

That's right, this is the only bad thing about the foreigner in front of him. He will take it seriously only when he meets a worthy opponent—in other words, he won't move without an opponent.

Just like those large ferocious beasts, they are only in shape when they are hunting, but if there is no prey...then how lazy they have to be.

Of course, this is not a bad thing in fact, or in other words, only in this way can we have the demeanor of the strong-just like the most ferocious lion will only eat the fattest lamb, and the strongest black bear will only lick the sweetest honey. No need to lower the bar just because they really deserve it.

In fact, it was precisely because the stranger was too lazy to attack the weak that he and the captives had a chance to survive, didn't they?

This also made Jin Yuehan feel more and more how powerful and magnificent the so-called Han people are.

And he, a barbarian who can only use ghost tricks, is as small as an ant and a flea compared to these noble Han people!

So for Jin Yuehan now, the current situation is somewhat contradictory.On the one hand, he admired the might and magnificence shown by the foreigner in front of him, but on the other hand, he was embarrassed because of this nobility—this Han from a foreign land would only attack those who were worth it, but Where in the city of Paris is there any opponent worthy of the opponent's shot?

You must know that Jin Yuehan has seen it before, that foreigner can even fight a giant dragon...

"There's nothing you can do about it."

Taking a deep breath, Jin Yuehan subconsciously clenched his fists.

Although he now considers himself a Han in spirit, he still has the blood of barbarians in his body!

"Yes! There are really good opponents in Paris!"

Having made up his mind, Jin Yuehan immediately nodded.

"Our England's Juggernaut is in Paris now! You can try his weight, sir!"

"Uh, are you serious?"

Dubin was taken aback.

"But I hear you Englishmen are best known as longbowmen..."

"That's right, the Sword Master of England."

Jin Yuehan nodded again and again, and at this moment he simply gave up his face.

Will there be some English juggernaut in Paris?Of course this is not the case.Just like what the stranger in front of me said, England is most famous for its longbowmen. If you can shoot arrows from a long distance, no one will use a sword.

However, for the capture of the prisoner camp, the conquest of those barbarians, and for his great cause of becoming a Han Chinese.

Even if you don't have it, you can have it.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 59, Chapter 58

Dupin has always been indifferent to things other than fighting.

This may be the disadvantage of the high level of martial arts.When his power is strong enough, thinking becomes nothing - just like now, even though the city of Paris in front of him looks so indestructible, in Dupin's eyes, there are flaws everywhere .

Yes, he couldn't lead the army to attack, but he didn't need the army to help him when he did it.After all, there are only nineteen climbing points on the wall in front of him that he can rely on. Even if the factor of interference from the defenders is taken into account, he can climb to the wall within five seconds, and even without Influenced him to carry the eucalyptus.

And after entering the distance of hand-to-hand combat... that is his world.

It's just that soldiers with this level of training are like autumn wheat. They only need to wave their halberds, and they will fall in pieces-so this is not so much a battle as pure physical labor.For Dubin, this kind of thing is not much different from working in the fields.

Perhaps at the beginning, he was still excited about the big battlefield and facing the army formation. After all, facing hundreds or thousands of fully armed opponents in one go, this is something that is completely impossible in the real world—moreover What's more, the opponent will form an army formation, shoot arrows and even javelins. This kind of behavior of increasing difficulty is Dubin's favorite.

But now...